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When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …
Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …
Three months ago, I was a kid. Today, I’m a kid. Three years from now, I’ll still be a kid. …
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …
I have an obsession with non sequitur. There. I said it. Whew. Now I can go on with my life, …
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